Chapter 397: Nuclear Peace Palm (Request Subscription)

Blue Star.

Above space, a satellite fortress extended a massive platform.

Several aircraft hovered in place, dragging the hundred-meter-tall Black Death God, slowly descending onto the landing pad.

Numerous ground crew rushed forward, beginning various operations to prepare the Black Death God for storage.

"Captain."

A giant spherical object, twenty meters tall, rolled over and suddenly split apart, revealing a white-armored robot, from which came Feiwenli's voice.

"Mm, Xu Sanyang and Lv are here already…"

Fang Xing nodded.

He was still reluctant to reveal his modifications to the Black Death God, so he had enlarged it first before shipping it over.

As his squad gathered, Duanhai Wushen and the others were also rapidly assembling.

Even so, they remained only a tiny fraction of this war.

"The Federation's move this time is substantial—the strategic goal is to directly destroy that eternal crystal mine area, and take as much as possible…"

Fang Xing chatted briefly with Duanhai Wushen and the others, all of them astonished.

With their strength, killing the Fire Luo King would still be highly feasible.

At this moment, in the cosmos, a silver-white spacecraft was slowly approaching.

It was immense, its head shaped like a semicircle, with a cargo door two hundred meters high.

After nearing the space fortress, this colossal vessel could not dock—it simply attached itself to the fortress, like a massive pendant.

"The 'Zhan Kong II' spacecraft can independently perform virtual-space traversal—it's our final escape route."

Duanhai Wushen watched this scene and spoke up.

This round-trip would render this ship completely unusable—it's a one-time consumable.

Fang Xing took a deep breath as a hundred-meter-tall humanoid emerged from the cargo door.

Its entire body was shrouded in a pale green glow, with a pair of sword-shaped wings on its back, each blade razor-sharp, as if capable of slicing through space.

"It's Hengdong!"

Feiwenli's joyful voice rang out: "I didn't expect he's the overall commander of this operation!"

"This surprise attack relies mostly on top experts from the academies—the Federation is integrating power from all major factions to ease our suspicions…"

Duanhai Wushen chuckled: "After all, we can't have our own people betraying each other…"

"Mm."

Fang Xing nodded, but internally scoffed: "Old hometown buddies, stabbing each other in the back?"

Next, these squad leaders had to attend a strategic meeting with Hengdong to confirm the main assault time.

Fang Xing also took the opportunity to gather with his teammates, especially Xu Sanyang.

Though rescued, this kid had self-destructive tendencies—he needed more psychological counseling.

Several days later.

Vik Star System.

In the vacuum of space.

A spacecraft with a gleaming silver surface and a semicircular front emerged silently.

The cargo door opened, and one by one, mechs stepped out calmly.

Bringing up the rear was Hengdong.

His massive mech head surveyed the group: "I won't waste words—once we're all gone, the Zhan Kong II will activate its auto-stealth and patrol functions. Coordinates will be sent to each squad leader; after completing the mission, return and board the ship… May the Federation thrive, may humanity endure!"

"May the Federation thrive, may humanity endure!"

Duanhai, Xu Sanyang, and the others chorused in unison, then transformed into streaks of light and vanished into space.

Hengdong watched the squads depart, his giant mech's eyes showing no emotion: "The Federation's plan… I hope it succeeds. The Fire Luo aren't the real problem—it's those demonic gods that are hard."

He sighed silently, and his mech emitted a signal.

The Zhan Kong II immediately vanished, like a chameleon, disappearing into the darkness of space—gone in an instant…

…

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In space, three mechs flew side by side.

Compared to Fang Xing's Black Death God and Xu Sanyang's mech, Feiwenli's "White Star" looked like a child's toy.

As for Lv, Aofu, Qiu Yan, and others, though they had no mechs, they faced no issues surviving in space.

"According to plan, we must reach our designated position in two hours and thirteen minutes—Lv will release the toxin… Someone inside Tu Ya's camp will coordinate."

Fang Xing spoke.

This operation plan was devised by Ceng Yun; while squads had some autonomy, the attack timing must remain synchronized.

"Military comms remain open—I've begun jamming operations."

On Feiwenli's mech, flashes of light appeared, making the group appear even more hazy.

"This time… execute Plan Three."

Fang Xing made the decision outright.

"What?"

Xu Sanyang and the others were startled.

Plan Three meant each of them acted independently, while Fang Xing alone handled the assassination.

"Captain, your hundred-meter mech… assassination requires concealment."

Aofu voiced his concern tactfully.

"Don't worry—follow the plan."

Fang Xing immediately changed course, flying into the vast depths of space: "Stay in contact!"

"Sigh… follow the plan."

Xu Sanyang's voice came from his mech—he, with nine-jing combat power in armor, had been appointed vice-squad leader by Fang Xing.

"Fine…"

Qiu Yan and the others harbored doubts but said nothing, hoping their captain would deliver.

Otherwise, they'd meet again in the Federation's Heroes Memorial Hall.

…

After flying a distance, the original Black Death God instantly collapsed into a tiny black crystal, merging into Fang Xing's clothing. Then, with Wu Shen-level control, Fang Xing reduced his qi and energy to the absolute minimum, becoming like a speck of dust in space.

Perhaps a hundred-meter mech was hard to conceal in form and energy signature.

But for a martial artist, suppressing one's aura was basic skill.

"Perfect chance for some mech combat practice."

Fang Xing felt slightly excited.

Even if discovered, it wouldn't matter—worst case, he'd reveal his genius in the Space Dao.

And he'd create an entirely new mech school—perhaps even give Blue Star University grounds to add a new course.

…

On a blood-red planet.

Flames blazed everywhere.

This was not a true planet, but a fortress built into planetary form.

Such harsh conditions were precisely what the Fire Luo loved.

At the planet's peak stood a black palace.

Tu Ya Huo Luo sat upon his throne, a rhombus crystal embedded in his forehead.

Through the crystal, he seemed connected to every corner of the planet, seeing camp after camp, where countless Fire Luo fought and cultivated…

With a single thought, these Fire Luo warriors could channel their strength through this war artifact directly to him—power capable of destroying a planet!

Though, he no longer needed it much…

"The clan assigned me to guard the mine area—nearly ninety-nine Huoyao years now… Just one more Huoyao year, and I'm done."

"When I return, I'll challenge the Emperor!"

Tu Ya's entire body burned with flame, his massive eyes flashing a hint of battle lust.

The Fire Luo adored combat; among them was a "Honor Duel," which even the Fire Luo Emperor could not refuse.

Both sides wagered everything they had.

Naturally, only lower-rank warriors could challenge higher-rank ones—higher-rank warriors could not initiate duels against lower ranks.

A mismatch too great was also forbidden.

Every Fire Luo King's dream was to challenge the Emperor, and ultimately… launch an assault on the Great Emperor!

"This life is so boring—why hasn't a Jiangzhe broken through to challenge me? I'll grant him a glorious defeat!"

Tu Ya Huo Luo mused idly, then fell asleep.

He didn't notice that, beneath certain totem poles in a corner of the palace,

a Fire Luo Jiangzhe slowly approached.

He stood eight meters tall, horns jutting wildly from his head, appearing monstrous and ferocious.

"Fei Lie… shift change."

The Fire Luo guarding the totem pole nodded, rose, and left the totem.

Fili Hualuo nodded and walked to a totem pole, pressing his large hand against it.

Instantly, patterns lit up along its surface; his consciousness surged through the palace, gaining control over the entire planet's military camp.

'Enough… I can destroy the planet's defenses anytime.'

Fili thought to himself: 'This is the Master's mission!'

Whether the Master gave this task for what reason, or what disaster it would bring to the Hualuo clan, did not matter at all!

Ever since the battlefield, the moment he met the Master, he had known his life, his soul… belonged entirely to the Master!

'Should be arriving soon, right?'

Fili pulled out a military comm device—clearly Blue Star technology: 'Countdown… begin!'

…

Outside the blood-red planet.

Xu Sanyang's expression was grave: 'Green… it's about to begin. We must kill as many enemies as possible before they detect us…'

Green chuckled lightly: "Vice Captain, don't worry… our pharmacists' ultimate goal is the 'Stellar Plague' that can extinguish stars outright! The toxin I developed spreads fastest across the entire planet—with near-total lethality!"

'Once the planetary defenses shut down, strike immediately. As for Tu Ya Hualuo, trust our captain.'

Xu Sanyang said seriously: 'Don't worry—even if you're gravely wounded in battle, I can heal you.'

'You say that, and I'm even more nervous.'

Fainili muttered, using this to ease the tension.

'Alright, countdown: 3, 2, 1! Go!'

Xu Sanyang roared, and five streaks of light shot toward the blood-red planet.

At the same moment.

'For the Master!'

Fili roared, slamming his hand hard onto the totem pole.

Waves of light patterns exploded outward.

On the planet's surface, where space had been empty, hexagonal prism defenses suddenly materialized.

But the next instant, they vanished entirely.

'Huh?'

Tu Ya Hualuo immediately sensed something wrong and reached out with a massive hand.

Fili didn't even cry out—he turned to ash in an instant.

'Enemy intrusion! It's the Blue Star Alliance!'

Shocked, Tu Ya Hualuo moved to activate the planet's entire arsenal.

But due to the traitor's sabotage, there was a slight delay.

And in that fleeting moment, hundreds of Hualuo clan members, playing in the flames across the planet, collapsed and died instantly.

'Die!'

Xu Sanyang's gaze blazed like lightning; on his massive mech palm, one sun after another materialized, landing on different continental plates.

Jia Wu—Nuclear Flat Palm!

(End of Chapter)